1999
The sound of guitar strumming accompanied by a husky male voice filled the cold night air. I was roused from sleep by that sound, but I did not mind. “Country road, take me home; to the place, where I belong. West Virginia, mountain momma, take me home country road” the voice sang. My mind was still drowsy from sleep but I could not help smiling. I know it was my grandfather singing his favorite song. I climbed out of my bed and ran as fast as I could towards the direction of the melody. And there I found him, Continue reading...